[First meeting of Ness and Malone with George Stone, at the police academy firing range.] [piercingly]

Where are you from, Stone?

[smiling]

From the South Side.

"Stone?" "George Stone?" That's your name? What's your real name?

That is my real name.

Nah, what was it before you changed it?

[his smile fading]

Giuseppe Petri.

Geez, I knew it! That's all you need, one thievin' Wop on the team!

[offended]

What's that you say?

I said that you're a lyin' member of a no-good race!

[Stone knocks Malone's clipboard aside, then quickly draws a revolver and puts it to his neck as Malone grabs a baton.] [coldly]

It's much better than you, you stinkin' Irish pig.

[to Ness]

Oh, I like him.

Yeah, I like him too.

[Malone shakes hands with Stone]

You just joined the Treasury Department, son.

[smiles]

Yeah, okay.